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Chapter 53 - 45: The Reason, Kill!

Chapter 53: Chapter 45: The Reason, Kill!

People don’t truly understand desperation until they face it.

Karen was no exception.

He took a deep breath of the earthy air, forcing his panicked heart to calm down. "If I tell you the reason, will you let me go? I know a lot of things that could definitely help you!"

Brian replied indifferently, "First, the reason."

"Well, it was the leader of our A1 team, Vadim’s idea. He had wanted Galan to win over one of your group members, whether through bribery or coercion, to become one of us."

Huh?

Brian’s face grew more puzzled. "You’re saying you weren’t specifically targeting me?"

At those words, Karen felt a stir in his heart and nodded.

"Yes.

Actually, I don’t know why Galan chose you.

After he disappeared,

Vadim handed the task over to me.

He told me to turn one of you against your group, then find opportunities to sabotage the cases you take on.

I was worried that Galan’s death was related to this mission, so I spent some time investigating.

I found out that Galan had investigated a guy named Andres, who’s already dead, and you were responsible for handling his body, so I purposely used Andres’ name to probe you."

After hearing Karen’s words,

A light bulb went off in Brian’s head.

No wonder that Galan, knowing it was him who had killed Andres, didn’t report it and chose to follow him, finally making a move when he came to the suburbs.

Now that he thought about it,

it must have been the other party’s intent to lever this situation as a threat against him.

The guy deserved his death.

After experiencing the threat of being buried alive by his uncle Billy,

Brian had become somewhat reactive to threats.

Anyone who wanted to threaten him

should die!

As for that Vadim,

Brian suspected that the real target was Susan.

He himself was just collateral damage.

Thinking this,

Brian chuckled lightly. "What you mean is, your leader Vadim doesn’t yet know why Investigator Galan has disappeared?"

Karen nodded.

"Right.

We guys usually don’t report in before we’ve done the deed.

But I’m different,

Mr. Brian!

If I also disappear,

then Vadim will definitely suspect it has something to do with the mission he assigned.

Your B6 group only had five people total before.

No matter how clean your actions are, you can’t escape suspicion!"

"That makes sense," Brian nodded.

It seemed that today,

Vadim could not be left alive!

Seeing that Brian’s tone was not as cold as before, Karen thought that his killer intent might have lessened.

He quickly said,

"Mr. Brian!

There’s no deep animosity between us.

I considered abandoning the mission when I realized that you had no reaction to my probe.

We’re both just minor characters working for others; wouldn’t it be better to call a truce and deal together with any coming crises?"

"Crisis?"

Brian looked up at the sky. "There’s no rush for that; first tell me where your leader lives and if your group has been involved in any thorny cases lately."

Eager to save his own life,

Karen was very cooperative.

He not only told Brian where their team leader lived but also spoke of a secret incident.

It turned out that when Vadim was still a captain in the Detective Bureau, for the sake of a married woman, he had had Karen, who was already working with Vadim, frame and entrap someone, not just leading to the death of the woman’s husband but also moving into the man’s house.

Whoa.

Sleeping with a man’s wife, taking his life, and then casually seizing his property.

This Vadim was no good character at all.

He had paved his own way to death!

Brian jotted down the address and then continued, "What about the secrets you mentioned earlier?"

...

The mountain forest in the wee hours exuded a chilling aura.

Karen ignored the shivering cold and continued,

"I know many secrets!

Haven’t you ever wondered about something?

Since the Blood Moon phenomenon has occurred three times now.

Then surely there must have been similar organizations like NW before!

What about those predecessors?

How many have you heard of?

And about those bounties on Mutants!

A Low-level Mutant is worth a hundred thousand US Dollars!

A mid-level, two hundred thousand US Dollars!"

High-level one million US dollars!

Why are those greedy people so generous about this?

Aren’t you smart enough to find that odd, Mr. Brian?

Kill me.

It will only hurt you!

Let’s make peace!

I can go with you to randomly kill someone.

You film the video as leverage."

Brian’s appetite was whetted by Karen’s words, "Tell me why."

This time, Karen wasn’t so compliant, "It’s a secret that’s a matter of life and death. Unless you let me go, otherwise..."

Before he could finish,

a plastic bucket was kicked over.

Countless cold, slippery creatures that were still writhing eagerly squirmed in the pit, startling Karen into letting out a shriek like a slaughtered pig, "Oh my God! F**k, what the hell are these things!"

He moved.

And those snakes, who had been hungry for a long while, didn’t hesitate to climb onto his body, following his body heat, and viciously began to bite him.

This made Karen’s screams even more severe.

The fear of snakes is branded in human genetics.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

Karen couldn’t keep up his tough front anymore.

But Brian just shrugged:

"Sorry, buddy, I can’t separate them.

But these are non-venomous snakes.

You don’t need to worry about dying.

However, if you continue to be stubborn, I will light gasoline around the pit. Then, they’ll go crazy and burrow towards cooler places.

Guess where they will burrow?"

This was an interrogation method Brian had thought up based on a dish from his previous life - loaches burrowing into tofu.

Karen was the first ’lucky’ one.

Brian believed that even the toughest mouth would soften when a group of snakes burrowed through every hole.

...

Karen was indeed like that.

He softened very quickly: "Pull me up and I’ll confess everything!"

Brian was curious and confident, hesitating under his own willpower; he still turned on the lighting and threw down a rope.

The pit was actually an abandoned trap left over from before.

Otherwise, Brian alone might not have been able to dig it so quickly.

Seeing the rope,

Karen, as though seeing his own mother, lunged for it, with a body covered in bloody holes, he exploded with unprecedented agility, like a Spirit Monkey, climbing back up to the surface in no time, gasping heavily.

"I don’t have much patience."

Brian kept his distance and raised the handgun in his hand, "Continue talking."

Karen tried to speak but suddenly retched violently, vomiting a large amount of foul-smelling material.

This disgusting spectacle made Brian unconsciously frown and look away.

The next moment,

a large clump of soil mixed with the thick vomit flew towards Brian.

Karen, seemingly half-kneeling but actually in a sprinter’s stance, didn’t hesitate, and taking an S-shaped bullet-dodging step, put forth all his effort to pounce toward Brian.

"Shit!"

Brian was infuriated by Karen’s sudden attack.

He actually threw the handgun in his hand, letting the filthy substances hit him, his whole body’s muscles tensed, and he decisively grasped the arms of Karen who had lunged towards him: "Fury!"

Endless power surged within Brian.

Karen, weighing over a hundred pounds and with the momentum of the impact, was literally pinned mid-air by Brian’s hands.

"Ah!"

Agonizing pain struck.

Karen’s face distorted with pain, shrieking, "Mutant, you’re a Mutant! I was wrong, spare me, I was wrong, I’ll talk, I’ll talk!"

Brian wasn’t about to indulge him.

He lifted the hundred-plus-pounds Karen high and threw him on the ground like a dead dog, with a thud.

Karen’s eyes bulged, his whole body formed an inverted U-shape, his mouth open to the limit, in pain beyond speaking or breathing.

"Huff~"

Brian looked at the dirt on his body and exhaled a hot breath.

He walked over to Karen, who now looked like a dead dog, dragged his foot, and headed toward the pit.

Not talking, huh?

Don’t feel like talking!

With a splash,

Karen was thrown back into the pit.

Along with the flames igniting,

screams of piercing pain came from the pit.

...

Brian crouched above the pit, curiously inspecting for a moment and then shaking his head.

Imagination and reality were still somewhat different.

He took off his clothes, threw them in, poured gasoline and thermite, and under the glow of the raging fire, he began to clean up the scene.

Dawn was breaking.

Brian had to hurry, heading to the next scene.

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